Canterbury, England — Travel east from London until the smog thins and the sheep begin to outnumber the Deliveroo riders and you’ll find the University of Kent, a campus whose red-brick brutalism looks suspiciously like the Ministry of Truth on a spa weekend. Founded in 1965—roughly the same moment the world decided napalm and miniskirts…
Sal Stewart: The Accidental Globalist Who Conquered Baseball by Refusing to Leave His Couch Somewhere between the 37th parallel and the cold glow of a laptop screen, Sal Stewart became the planet’s most improbable export: a 21-year-old Cincinnati Reds farmhand whose swing now travels farther than most passports. While diplomats argue over trade routes and…
The Curious Case of N. Madueke: A Nigerian Nameplate on the Global Stage By Our Correspondent in the Cheap Seats, Somewhere Over the Atlantic If you’ve never heard of N. Madueke, congratulations—you’ve successfully avoided the algorithmic vortex that now passes for international culture. For the rest of us, doom-scrolling through transfer-window gossip and geopolitical meltdowns…
Katarzyna Stoparczyk and the Quiet Collapse of Borders By our correspondent in the departure-lounge bar, Gate B12, somewhere east of reason If you have never heard of Katarzyna Stoparczyk, do not feel slighted; the planet’s filing system is famously sloppy. Yet in the humming corridors of Interpol’s General Secretariat in Lyon—where the coffee tastes like…
